Nobody's POV
Jungkooks face turned a deeper shade of red, his lips quivered and he felt like crying. How dare somebody older than himself think he would enjoy and continue to behave himself to be used as a sexual toy and be thrown back in a cage as if he were some sort of animal. Jungkook looked at the male angrily as he watched him do his work, he shook his head as he looked at him in utter disgust.
"How dare you"
Jungkook spat on the floor through the cage, the male working looking over smirking as the mess on the floor as he flipped a gun in his hand. Jungkook looked at the floor before looking back up at the male.
"I don't care who you think I am or what you're about to do to me. I am not in any way a toy or an animal for somebody to fucking breed in some way and push them back in a cage like something disgusting."
The male smirked as he watched Jungkook spit again on the floor. The male crouched down and stuck one of his arms through the cage, the gun pressed against his forehead again.
"I don't like being talked to like some scumbag. I prefer if you respected me and obeyed my words. Now, cute boys like you should never swear. So, never ever swear again, because if I catch or hear about you swearing. Your head will be in a frame. Am I understood?"
The male asked, satisfied by the way Jungkook was shaking with tears blurring his vision. Jungkook nodded his head earning a slap to his thigh.
"Answer me with words, slut"
The male spat on Jungkook, watching as he wiped the spit and looked at him, fear present in his eyes. The male could see through Jungkooks pain and fear, though he decided to ignore it.
"Y-Yes, I u-understand"
Jungkook stuttered out, gulping as he looked at the male. The male pulled his arm out, dropping the gun on the floor and reaching back in as he stroked Jungkooks cheek with the back of his hand.
"Good boy"
The male smirked, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he picked up the gun from the floor. Jungkook nodded his head.
"Tell me about your school, it's expensive, no?"
The male asked as he sat back down on a leather chair, fiddling with the gun in his hands.
"My parents payed all the money for it. It was very expensive. Like, 52,732 won. I swear, some people there are just rich bastards. I mean, if one person can be so so so rich that they can afford more than a country, why can the next? Why can't they just donate money? I work so fu- fricking hard at the diner and for what? To get complained at because the plate is too hot? I hate people sometimes"
Jungkook rambled, the male not able to comprehend each word that Jungkook had managed to put into a sentence.
"Right"
He let out as a simple grumble as a knock was present at the door. Jungkooks head shot towards the sound source, staring deeply at the door, growling slightly. He didn't like it when people came to his door, let alone somebody else's when the person on the other side may be dangerous.
"Come in"
The male groaned as his fingers tapped the keys on his keyboard. The door opened, one of the men from earlier appeared at the doorway. Jungkook snarled at him and growled as he pushed his face up to the cold metal wires.
"What do you want?"
The male asked, looking at the short male standing Infront of his desk. The male who had walked in sighed and pushed a folder towards him before crouching down Infront of Jungkook and the cage with a small smirk.
"Hey babyboy, that's a cute growl"
The male chuckled as Jungkook continued to growl, not liking the glint of his rings in the light of the room.
"Go away, fucking asshole"
Jungkook swore in a deep growl, both males widened their eyes, the short one standing up and whispering something into the others ear before smirking and pulling out another gun.
"Say sorry like a good boy"
The male said, pointing the gun at Jungkook.
"S-Sorry"
Jungkook managed to stutter out. The male chuckle and crouched down once again.
"Such a bad boy hyung, what're we gonna do with him?"
The shorter male kissed his teeth before standing up.
"I-I'm not a B-Bad boy! I-I'm sorry!"
Jungkook cried, his hands gripping onto the wires of the cage as he looked up at the older men.
"Be a good boy and nobody gets hurt" The gun was swiftly pushed back into the tall males pocket as his eyes trailed from Jungkooks feet all the way to the tallest standing hair on his head.
"I-I am a g-good boy!" Jungkook protested a small pout forming on his lips as the uprising tickles sent itches to his nose.
"Then shut your pretty mouth before I put it to good use"
The male chuckled before patting the tallers back, walking out and shutting the door.
"He's right. Unfortunately, he is correct"
— A FEW HOURS LATER —
The male stood from his chair, stretching his arms and legs before opening the cage and picking Jungkook up and laying him down on his desk.
"I don't like this, put on my spare hoodie. I think it'd look much better than your shabby and ugly clothes, how does that sound?"
Jungkook nodded and watched as the male undressed him, forcing a large grey hoodie over his head. The male threw Jungkook back in the cage before locking it and chuckling as he walked away.
Jungkook cried into his hands, his toes wiggling and his his body shaking. It was cold. It was quiet. It was lonely. Jungkook ignored the door opening and ignored the presence of people he didn't care about. He just thought about his parents. His siblings. His family and friends. He thought about his great childhood and how fantastic his life had been before he grew up.
A broken sob left his lips, his breath was shaky and he mumbled under his breath "I want my omma"
"We um. We're going to our home now. Just so you know."
One of the men spoke up, awaiting an answer before leaving with he rest.
"G-Good..."
Jungkook said as he turned around, his back facing the men. God. One male whispered something into one of the men's ears, agreements were heard and in a moment the crying boy was being carried bridal style to a car.
Jungkook was on somebody's lap, his head burried deep into his shoulder as his tears continued to flow. It was silent in the car, the only noises were Jungkooks little sobs and whimpers as he cried. It was a sad sort of noise that somebody would get upset even if it was just a stranger or somebody they didn't know.
Jungkook flinched as a hand held onto his waist and another rubbed his back in a slow but soothing manner
"I'm starting to think we should introduce ourselves"
One of the men finally spoke up, glancing over to their boss who was trying to comfort the crying boy.
"Sounds like a good idea. We get home. I change Jungkook. We sit down in the living room. We talk."
The male said, sitting next to Jungkook and the boss man. Jungkook didn't like the idea of being changed again but he didn't like the idea of many things so that was a given.
The car stopped after some time and Jungkook was carried to a room where one of the men picked up Jungkook and carried him upstairs, changing him into some panties he had lying around in his drawer, a pastel yellow sweater which he tucked into a pastel pink skirt. The male pushed light blue thigh highs on Jungkook before carrying him downstairs and placing him on the boss man's lap again.
"Right. Boss, you can start"
One male from across the room spoke up, he had a deep voice and it was a soothing deep voice, not a scary one.
"I'm Kim Seokjin, you can call me whatever you like, baby"
Jin, the boss man, chuckled as his hand wiped over Jungkooks soft brown hair.
Introductions went on for a few minutes more before Jungkook actually knew who was who. He nodded his head before a sniffle and a hiccup escaped his beautiful face. Jin held his waist as he pulled him to face him, pressing a kiss to Jungkooks forehead and covering his mouth with his hand, blocking his breathing to stop the hiccups.
Once Jin pulled away he smiled as he looked at Namjoon, who was fiddling around with the remote control, trying to turn the television on.
"Namjoon, you better stop right now"
Jin spoke in the deep and vicious voice once again, paying no attention to Jungkook who had fallen asleep on his lap.
"Hyung, he's sleeping"
Yoongi chuckled, groaning as he stood up. Jin looked at Jungkook before standing up, a draft pushed up his skirt making quite a few of the men chuckle as they stared at his perky and round ass.
"That's beautiful"
Hoseok smirked as the words rolled off his tongue, not really caring about the growl that left Jins lips.
"I don't care what you think....
...I've already called dibs on first tap"
This once again felt kinda rushed so I'm thinking about starting another story but it'll be different.
I'm also doing a oneshot book so if I'm bored and I want to write, I can just write on there.
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